![]() What I shoulda done was raised Cain about the low wages, but instead, I took the damn dollar an all I could say was "thanks" or somethin dumb-soundin like that, an I went on down the street, waddin an unwaddin that dollar in my hand, feelin like a idiot. When I'm thru he reach in his pocket for a dollar. Damn near ten or twelve wheelbarrows of dirt, in the heat of the day, truckin it all over creation. ![]() He'd got hissef a bunch of shrubs to plant an he say to me, "Forrest, you wanna earn some money?" an I says, "Uh-huh," an so he sets me to movin dirt. The other day, I'm walkin down the street an this man was out workin in his yard. For instance, I can think things pretty good, but when I got to try sayin or writin them, it kinda come out like jello or somethin. Now I'm slow - I'll grant you that, but I'm probly a lot brighter than folks think, cause what goes on in my mind is a sight different than what folks see. ![]() ![]() Probly, tho, I'm closer to bein a imbecile or maybe even a moron, but personally, I'd rather think of mysef as like a halfwit, or somethin - an not no idiot - cause when people think of a idiot, more'n likely they be thinkin of one of them Mongolian idiots - the ones with they eyes too close together what look like Chinamen an drool a lot an play with theyselfs. My IQ is near 70, which qualifies me, so they say. ![]()
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